Chapter 2: The morning after
It was the next morning, and Walter and Aisha was on the couch watching the news. Walter was only wearing his boxers, and Aisha was naked except for one of Walter's button-up shirts . The news was showing footage of the 'new world order', as the Aryan officials were calling it. They showed lines of people, mostly non-Aryans, being herded into what they called 'Animal Shelters'. The news anchor was praising the Aryans for their bravery and selflessness in taking control of the situation and restoring order to a chaotic world.
The news then switched to a discussion of "The New Family Unit", basically a multiracial harem for each Aryan man.
The reporter went on to describe how this system would help the Aryan men to fulfill their sexual needs while also promoting racial harmony and unity.
Walter couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as the news anchor described the new family unit. He glanced at Aisha, who was trying to hold back tears as she watched the news.
Aisha was feeling a rush of conflicting emotions at the thought of being a part of a harem. On one hand, she felt betrayed and humiliated at the thought of having to share Walter with other women.
On the other hand, she couldn't deny the way her body responded to the idea.
Aisha looked at Walter, his eyes glazed over and his hand absently stroking his growing erection as he watched the news anchor explain the mechanics of the harem system. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she saw the lust in his eyes, but she also couldn't deny the ache between her legs.
Walter turned to Aisha, his gaze filled with desire. "What do you think, baby?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Aisha could see the lust in his eyes, and it made her heart race. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her feelings of jealousy and her own arousal. But then, she felt her body betraying her as she felt a throbbing between her legs.
"I-I think," she stammered, "I think I'm okay with it...as long as it's just you and me in the beginning."
Walter's face lit up with excitement as he heard those words from Aisha.
"Well, why don't we start off with you giving me a little sucky-sucky", he said, pointing to the swelling tent in his boxers.
Aisha, feeling a mix of humiliation and excitement, slowly crawled over to her boyfriend. She couldn't believe what was happening. Just a few hours ago, she was a free woman, and now she was reduced to this: a pet, a plaything for her Aryan partner to use as he pleased.
She reached out a hand and slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock. She took it in her hand and gave it a tentative stroke, feeling the warmth radiating from it.
Walter's breath hitched as she touched him, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.
"Fuck, Aisha, I've wanted this for so long," he groaned, threading his fingers through her hair as she began to softly suck on the tip of his cock.
His words only served to heighten her own arousal, and she took more of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock as she sucked.
Walter groaned loudly, a low, guttural sound that reverberated through the room, filling the air with the scent of pure male animalism. Aisha could feel his weight shifting above her as he continued to thrust, the feel of his cock hitting the back of her throat sending electricity coursing through her body.
Without warning, Walter pulled his cock from her mouth and stood up. "I think I am going to enjoy this" he grunted, reaching down to grab her by the arm and pulling her down to his balls, "Come on, give them a kiss".
Walter let out a deep groan as he felt the soft, wet heat of Aisha's lips engulf his testicles. With each suction, he could feel the tension building in his body. He pushed her head further into his crotch, allowing her to explore every inch of him. She sucked on him with eagerness, her hand running up and down his shaft as she teased and tormented his sensitive skin.
"Oh, that's it. Yeah, you like that huh?" he growled, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her deeper into him.
She moaned as she felt the weight of his sack against her tongue, the taste of pure masculinity overwhelming her senses. She massaged his testicles with her tongue, feeling them tense up as he pushed her closer.
He groaned, a primal sound, as her lips encased him and she sucked on him hard. His grip tightened on her hair, his other hand reaching down to trace circles around the base of his erection. He was close, so close. "Fuck, baby.
You're making me dizzy with this shit," Walter groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as Aisha's wet mouth worked his balls. He loved the sight of her, kneeling before him, her long brown hair cascading down her back, her hazel eyes locked onto his as she worshipped him.
He pulled her up by her hair, "Get on the bed. Now." His voice was rough with need, and Aisha eagerly complied, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself on her hands and knees. Walter followed her, his boxers discarded on the floor, his cock jutting out, hard and ready.
He approached her from behind, running his hands over her curves, caressing her ass, her hips, her back. He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. "You're mine now, pet," he growled, his breath hot on her neck. "Mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to own."
Aisha shivered at his words, a mix of fear and desire coursing through her. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't deny the heat between her legs, the ache that only Walter could satisfy. She looked back at him, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and submission.
"Yes, master," she whispered, her voice laced with a strange, heady mix of fear and excitement.
Walter smiled, a cruel, hungry smile that sent shivers down Aisha's spine. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, then took a generous amount and poured it onto his cock, slicking it up. Aisha watched him, her eyes locked onto his cock, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.
Walter lined himself up with her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her wet folds. He could feel her heat, her wetness, and it drove him wild.
He gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck, you're so wet, baby. So ready for me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her, making her squirm and beg.
"Please, Walter. Please fuck me," Aisha begged, her voice a desperate whimper. She pushed back against him, trying to take him inside her, but he held her in place, refusing to give her what she wanted.
"Patience, pet.
You'll get what you want, but only when I fucking say so," Walter rasped, his cockhead now slick with both lube and Aisha's dripping arousal. His voice was a low rumble, predatory and hungry. He couldn't wait to bury himself deep inside her warmth, to claim her as his, to own her completely. He placed a hand on the small of her back, holding her steady as he positioned himself, the head of his cock now firmly against her entrance.
"Fuck, you're tight, baby," Walter groaned, as he began to push in, stretching her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
Aisha let out a soft gasp, feeling the burn as he filled her, spreading her wide open. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he slid in deeper, and she was overwhelmed with sensation, both painful and pleasurable.
Walter's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, harder and faster each time. Aisha could feel every thrust, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her moan and beg for more.
"Fuck yes, Walter. Yes, right there.
Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, Aisha," Walter grunted, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into her with all his might.
Aisha braced herself against the bed, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the familiar tingling sensation of an orgasm just within reach.
Walter's hand shot out, gripping her hair tightly, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back. The new angle sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core, her pussy clenching around his cock.
"That's it, baby. Take it all. Make that pussy squeeze my cock like you mean it," Walter growled, his voice laced with primal lust. He spanked her ass, the smack echoing through the room, leaving a red handprint on her creamy skin. Aisha yelped, the sting only heightening her arousal.
"Fuck, Walter. Yes, just like that.
Fuck, you're so tight, Aisha. You're going to milk the cum right out of me." Walter's voice was gruff, filled with raw desire as he slid in and out of her, his cock glistening with the combination of sweat and lube.
Aisha felt her body shake with each hard thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushed back against him, meeting his force with her own. "Fuck, Walter, right there. Don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.
"Fuck me, Walter. Make me come with you." The words sent a shiver through him, the thought of coming together, of their bodies cresting the wave of pleasure as one, was almost too much to bear. He could feel his cock twitching inside her, the familiar sensation of his orgasm building in his balls. "Fuck, Aisha, I'm close. So fucking close," he growled, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He sped up his thrusts, slamming into her with more force, chasing his release. Aisha matched his pace, pushing back against him, her hips moving in sync with his. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing with each thrust. Come with me. Come with your master," Walter commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
The words sent a jolt of electricity through Aisha, pushing her closer to the edge. She knew he was right there with her, chasing his own release. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his cock swelled inside her, the way his breath hitched with each thrust. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together with a loud, wet sound.
"Yes, Walter. Together. Fuck, I'm coming." Aisha's voice was a ragged cry as she felt the first waves of her orgasm crash over her.
Her pussy clenched around Walter's cock, her inner muscles pulsing, milking him for all he was worth. "Yes, Walter, fuck, yes, together!"
Walter's body tensed, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, that's it, baby, come with me. Come with your master," he growled, his voice laced with primal lust. He felt the pressure building in his balls, the familiar sensation of his orgasm boiling over as Aisha's tight pussy milked him. With one final, hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, and the world exploded in a wave of pure, raw pleasure.
Walter let out a deep, guttural groan as he came, his cock pulsing and jerking as he filled Aisha with his cum.
Aisha cried out, her own orgasm peaking at the same moment, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. They rode out the waves of pleasure together, their bodies writhing and trembling as they clung to each other, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together.
As the aftershocks of their shared climax subsided, Walter collapsed onto the bed next to Aisha, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He rolled onto his side and pulled her close, his arm draped possessively over her waist. Aisha snuggled up against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body still tingling with the memories of what they had just done.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Walter murmured, his voice still thick with lust.
He rolled onto his back, one arm flung across his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. "But now, I need you to clean me up, pet."
Aisha, still cocooned in the aftermath of their shared climax, blinked up at him, a slight frown marring her brow. "Clean you up?" she asked, her voice hesitant, a hint of uncertainty creeping in.
Walter sat up, his body still glistening with sweat, and pointed towards his still-hard cock, now slick with their combined lust. "Yes, clean me up. Lick every last drop of our cum from my cock. Make sure I'm spotless."
Aisha's frown deepened, but she didn't argue. Instead, she shifted her position, her eyes locked onto his as she moved to obey his command.
Aisha leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the tip of Walter's cock, licking away the remnants of their shared pleasure. She began to work her way down, her tongue swirling around his shaft, making sure to clean every inch of him. Walter watched her, his eyes heavy with satisfaction and desire, as she meticulously licked him clean.
"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Make sure you get it all, pet. I want to be shining like a brand-new toy when you're done." Aisha blushed at his words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through her. She continued her task, her tongue working diligently, her eyes never leaving his. Despite the raw, primal act she was performing, there was something intimate about it, something that made her feel even more connected to Walter.
His eyes rolled back as Aisha's tongue swirled around his shaft, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. He let out a low groan, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements as she licked and sucked, determined to clean every last drop of their combined essence from his cock.
He was already semi-hard again, the sight of her on her knees, her tongue working him with such dedication sending fresh waves of desire coursing through him. He knew he shouldn't, that he should let her have a moment to rest, but he couldn't help it. He was already rock hard, his cock throbbing with need.